Friday, March 9, 2018

the last book I ever read (Lincoln in the Bardo by George Saunders, excerpt four)

The night of February 25, 1862, was cold but clear, a welcome respite from the terrible weather from the Capital city had been experiencing. Willie Lincoln was now interred, and all ceremonial activities associated with that activity concluded. The nation held its breath, hopeful the President could competently reassume the wheel of the ship of state in this, its hour of greatest need.